Alvaniel Danicen



  • Alvaniel, born to the parents of two former warriors, she was considered small even by elf standards. Conscripted as all elves at her age into the local militia, to guard the lands against the drow and duergar she was not a simple or well accepted elf. Years of training her bow skills fell behind and was forced to work twice as hard as the rest. With a desire not often seen before, waking in the wee hours she honed her skills with the blade, starting small and working her way up to what many felt was a foolish quest, to wield the greatsword. She took up the penance of Shevarash, as many of her kin as the drow and duergar were a plague to their land. Training each day from morning till night, doing her conscript duties of patrols of the homeland she slowly grew, but there were always doubts to her abilities.

    Fifteen years into her service, she fell in love with her sergeant, whom gave her guidance, told her she was a great warrior and her skills will one day overshadow all whom she travels with. It was a secret romance, forbidden as he was a high elf, born of royalty and she was just a common silver elf, destined to die on the field of battle with no grace or glory.
    Her garrison was posted in the woods between Essembra and Harrowdale, along the river Duathamper, where they were always in a game of hide and seek against the drow. It was a deadly game the two sides played finding their strengths and weaknesses.

    It was then, the drow, who had formed a secret allegiance with the duergar made a precise attack against her garrison… and despite what she felt as an ambush, her pleads fell on deaf ears… and her love lead the group on an attack run. Their confidence never swayed even against the odds when realized. Her love fell at the hands of the dirty duergar; the drow sang the praises of his death and the rest of the garrison… his head in a pike for all to see.

    It was said the elven heads stayed on the pikes for one year in a show of defiance from the drow. Rumors had it as his body was dismembered and sent back to his royal family. Her light vanquished, she vowed that day… to death to the drow and duergar… not one will survive her vision ever. Sheravash has visited her in her dreams showing the the darkness of her visions. Showing her where she can follow her cause… she has left her mark on her. Despite not being a Black Archer, Shevarash gave Alvaniel her blessings as well as the sight to see her wield the greatsword that will fell her enemies, as the true hatred that grows in her heart will not consume her, but drive her. Her quest has just begun, and she is one to be trusted with a life, her word is her honor as is her desire. There are whispers she carries the mark of Shevarash on her shoulder, but she will never reveal it until the day her vengeance is felt.
    She shows little emotions, as her life has been a battle against those who doubted her and then those who eventually took her military family from her.

    Her word is as true as her blade.


  • ICC

    Got it, Thank you!

    Reviewed, XP Pending!



  • no my long in is StCroix…. 🙂



  • nwn loggin….

    I think its saint_croix



  • Sorry StCroix



  • her server login is actually StCroix


  • ICC

    Got your characters name but i need your server login, please. 🙂